Tomorrow night I'll be heading to New Jersey with fourteen puppies and some kitties in tow. I'm really looking forward to this trip. I haven't seen my homeland in six months and am anxious to walk it's streets again. Also, pizza. And disco fries. Can't get them down here, you know.
While I'm there I'll be going to the nude beach. I'm both excited and pensive. I'm excited because I'll be able to feel the water on my body and I can even out my horrible, horrible tan. I currently am sporting the 'old timey bathing suit' tan lines. It's the effect that my running shorts and tank top leaves on me.
Don't believe me? Just check it out!
(yes, those are the same Pac Man panties from the other day. Don't worry. I washed them.)
Anyway, I'm pensive about going to the nude beach because, even though I am naked on the internet, I am actually rather prudish. I know, I know...it makes no sense. I stopped trying to make sense of my own head a long time ago.
But I think the desire to not have such tan lines is greater than my prudishness.
